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Erdal ALOVA

OLDEST

Sorrow
My oldest friend
As autumn days burn fires of ode
Like a woman sweeping her home before she moves in
Come, let's enter the winter with deepest rage.
How can I ever stand the sight of purple!
It snows, everything remembers itself
A town remembers old rains
Scissors of light
Cut the orphans' sky
A child kept away from a game
Throws a disc of tears into the future
A man sees himself for the first time in his blood
The sun sets, November sky
Puts its thread through an angry neighbour
And at last
The soldier weeping on the bus
Wins back him self-confidence
When you are born Sorrow
Like a woman
Displaying a jumper she knitted in secret.
Let's take out the roses we hid
We must enter the winter with deepest rage.

Translated by Şehnaz Tahir